Two Lonely Outcasts

Frank's POV-

I moaned in pain. Fuck that hurt! The teacher didn't even fuckin notice goddamn. I excused myself to go to the bathroom because honestly I just wanted to get out of class for a while and clean up my wound on my chin that that asshole left on me. I looked around for the bathroom, realizing I didn't actually know where it was... Luckily, it was only across 2 subject blocks, and I went in.

I heard someone sobbing....

I quietly said 'Hello, are you okay?'
'Y-yeah.. I'm f-fine.' The voice said, shakily, I could tell he was trying not to cry, but failing.
'Are you sure? Can I come in...?' I said.

What the hell was I doing?! I don't know how to comfort someone... I thought of all the bands I listen to... They help me, and I want to be in a band and help people too... his is kind of like practice for me I guess.

The boy sobbed louder and opened the door, I went in, and saw a handsome boy, with black hair covering half his face, black lips, and smudged eyeliner from crying, sitting on a toilet seat. His arms were covered in blood, I saw a blade in one of his hands. I gasped and ran to him, ripping toilet paper off of the roll and wrapping his arms in it, trying to stop the bleeding.
The boy continued sobbing. I put pressure on his wounds so they would stop bleeding, and I wrapped my other arm around him, patting his back, comfortingly.

'It's okay... shh, you're gonna be okay..' I mumbled into his hair, quietly.

Gerard's POV-

'It's okay... shh, you're gonna be okay..' He mumbled into my hair, softly.

I hugged him back and calmed myself down, eventually. I got out of his chest.

'I'm s-sorry...' I whispered, looking at the ground.
'No, don't apologise, It's fine, I want to help you.' He said.
'My name is Frank... Frank Iero, I'm new here.' Frank said.
'M-my name i-is Gerard...' I told him. He smiled at me. God... I wanted him.

Why did he care about me so much though? No one has before....

'I don't mean to sound rude, but why are you helping me?' I asked him.

He looked kind of suprised by my question, and answered,

'Because, you need my help, and I'm not going to just leave you here, and I want to help you.' He replied to me.
'Thanks you so much...' I replied, which started to make me cry again.

He wrapped his arms around me again.

'Hey... It's okay, I'm here, I'm going to help you, okay? What made you do this to yourself, Gerard?' He asked me.

Should I tell him? I decided I would because, he was wearing a Marilyn Manson shirt, and I love Marilyn Manson....

'People bully me... and I-I guess I believe what they tell me...' I said in shame.

Notes

So do u think Gee should trust him...? Let me know :3